Fondest Poems | Examples

Fondest Farewell

Ere break of day and dawns caress
Till sunset lays our cares to rest
We march and toil to gain what's true
With burdens many, respites few
And labor on with hope that may
In some small measure light the way
Of those dear ones in times accord
Who carry close the treasured word
Our presence left in some small part
Indelibly writ upon the heart

FONDEST MEMORY

I cherish role playing with delight
as a caring mother, called as home's light
in a never-to-be-forgotten joyous sight
as a child in my dramatic actress-plight!

Not to be buried in oblivion was that wondrous zest
when my doll I would kiss, midst warm love, sweetest 
like nursing a babe --- feeling so blest
shielding a very precious treasure against pest!

I was then seven years of age with a parent role
to manifest Mama's best dutiful heart as a goal
thrilled for doing my best with all my might and soul
even winning an award that marked achievement-whole!

Grateful* to God for my parents I surely miss 
constantly I experience serene bliss
for fondest memory from mind and heart's abyss
now as a Mom in an Orphanage with kids, treating each one as Brod and Sis!

*1Thessalonians 5:18 KJV: In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.

October 1, 2024
Honorable Mention, "Fondest Memory" Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Julianne Williams; judged on 10/4/2024

FONDEST MEMORY

      Me, a playful kid never bothered for rank,
      always considered all school exams as fun.
      Not engaged in study, but most of time sank
      in doing menace and playing in the Sun.

      Sure to miss high rank in Examination,
     when in fifth standard : Bad luck, just by one mark.
     Me , extremely shocked without consolation.
     Seemed it , as injustice to me, getting jerk.

     Became determined to stand First on next year.
      Succeeded ! Showed report to Dad being loud.
      Delighted Dad hugged me tight, telling , " My Dear,
      " Your success matters more than mine, I'm so  proud."
       
     Later life, I felt exact same emotion :
     Success of my children got prominence.
    Their achievements brought blissful satisfaction :
     My performances have just lost importance.

Fondest childhood memory

Our fun-filled childhood years were free from fears
Vibrance of innocence was then at its peak
We learnt as we played day after day 
Dancing with life cheek to cheek

Our ego was then not in focus
Soul presence was aglow in the heart
Each morn at dawn we communed with God
Breath by breath feeling within bliss ignition start

In those days we assumed all saw God as we did
Therefore for us it was not a bragging right
We journeyed to heaven as we pleased
And saw human auras shining bright

Heaven on earth we lived as we liked
Living from heart there was no pretence
Our heart was pure and we forgave easily
We lived breath by breath in the present tense

Both graveyards and temples for us were same
We judged no one by the clothes they wore
We were resplendent in the light of bliss
Grace so in-pouring from every pore

Sadly as we grew up the current ebbed
Consciousness shifted from heart to head
Innocence died and so light of soul dimmed 
The price paid for not being by bliss beats led

FONDEST MEMORY

FONDEST MEMORY

A childhood memory considered as fond, I can’t recall
Perhaps it all was satisfactory, better than nothing at all
There was a love and kindness, little to complain about
Some days were only a blur, but some things stood out
Like the time when I must have been just five years old
First day at school when everyone did as they were told
Kind teacher and simple rules, with a degree of lenience
Exploring a new world, and playtime a novel experience
My home life was fine, I had toys and food on the table
And nudging against the boundaries, as far as I was able
There were good times for sure, when I fill in those gaps
Yet was any memory fond, maybe none - or all, perhaps

My Fondest Memory

I suppose the fondest memory I have had
Might come from early childhood long ago
A time when I was very sick and felt so bad
I saw my mother’s salty tears so softly flow
Holding me tightly, and her letting me know

She would always be there to comfort me
I spent the night cradled in her loving arms
But, alas, her promise was not meant to be
A dreadful disease caused us many alarms
In time, it took from me my mother’s arms.

HONORABLE MENTION
Written July 2, 2021
"A Favorite Childhood Memory" Poetry Contest
All Poetry
April 6, 2022

The Fondest Conviction

Each one of us has
the fondest conviction
that encourages us to move on,
to explore new horizons,
new frontiers still unknown;
turn your prospective into reality
and finally, reach your goal.

Caring for one another,
looking out for unseen dangers
to protect our life that's more 
brittle than a glass that shatters;
more than our sight given to us
to witness the beauty, the ugliness
and endless inhumanity.

Is conviction a rejected assumption,
if it doesn't show the strength within,
the permissible advantage of realizing
a persuasive concept in the making?

Many dreams fail not having
enough confidence to persuade them,
be realistic but also optimistic;
a pessimist sees things differently
swaying from the logic of persuasion,
from a declaration of utter disbelief
that a simple thought can become
bigger than an underestimate idea,
even grander than a visualized dream.

Each one of us has the fondest conviction
that any effort made is better than none
and whenever satisfaction rewards us
with a trophy of our own; all is lost,
nothing is gained in bashful living...
not sought by the unconfident and timid.

My Fondest Dream

Wishing with all my heart, that I were a big, furry cat.
I'd snooze whenever I chose to, especially in a soft, cozy,velvet hat.

My food would all be served to me in my very own cat-room.
I'd observe my mistress cleaning house, but I would never have to
touch a broom.

Oh, yes, in the warm summer's afternoon, I would gleefully lie.
As the red-orange, autumnal sun, set in the California October sky.

Toys galore and a great scratching post, I most certainly do own.
They keep me happily running about, so I never want to leave home.

I love to sleep, after all, I am truly a beloved cat.
I dream of butterflies and bluebirds, as I sleep on a plush,sheepskin mat.


                          




                           10/8/2020
                            Noon PST

Better Get Right Today This Is One of My Fondest Prayers

"  It's humid outside
It has just rained 
Sitting in my car 
In the cemetery
 Between my job
 I've just written 
a poem about my brother...
And his family 
Funny it's also 
My father's birthday 
Yet he too is deceased and gone 
WOW I am I'm full of Glee. (Why you see---)
Although most all my loved ones are dead and gone 
It's the Jesus around me and in me that keeps me going on I'll be strong!
I still have my three children and two grandchildren
 My wife is gone her parents too
 Even one of her sister also passed and my in-laws too
 I celebrate their life by saying this today 
Better get right before death comes my (our)way
We all need to kneel down and pray 
Oh I miss the physical ones but yet they're living on
 Eternally !
I pray that they're in the arms of Jesus
This I must believe and when my time come 
When I'm laid in a box
 I hope people remember me 
I hope they think of me a lot
Mercy Lord !
Hallelujah!!!
This is one of my fondest prayer "



9/9/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2019

My Fondest Wish

I stare across this lonely room
at your picture on the shelf!
All your lovely memories
have me feeling sorry for myself!

It's been awhile since you've been gone,
but doesn't seem that way.
I feel you're with me all the time,
each and every day!

I try so hard to carry on
and do the best I can.
I find it near impossible 
to accept it like a man!

My friends and family give support
to help me through these times.
I know it's up to me to straighten out,
and that's the bottom line!

So I'll have a talk with the Man upstairs
and pray He'll help me face the fact,
that you're up there with him now,
and you're not coming back!

So, Honey, there you have it.
You'll always be my wife,
but, you're not with me anymore,
I have to get on with my life!

That is my intention,
that's what I plan to do.
My fondest wish when I expire,
is to be, up there again, with you!

Ralph Taylor
12/15/18

My Fondest Memory

I remember 
The smell of hay and apples on his breath 
The warm rough touch of his red mane against my skin 
I remember 
Touching his soft brown fur
And looking into big brown eyes 
I remember 
The neigh he only had for me 
And his joyous dance when he saw me enter the barn 
I remember 
The day it was all taken away 
I remember 
The last hug goodbye 
And the last whisper I love you 
As i had to let him go 
I remember it all

My Fondest Memory - the Memory Tree

There's a space I have in my back yard
That has the prettiest of flowering trees
Where each scented bloom holds a fragrance of you
Along with the fondest of memories 

With yellow flowers that open up like the sunrise 
On the mornings you a woke in my arms

The ones in pink, the color of your blushing cheeks 
When I mentioned how beautiful you were

The color of red like the hair on your head
Sparking more memories

With one flower as blue as the deep oceans hue
When we walked along the open sea

And orange like that of the sunset
As the end of our days comes to mind

With the leaves of green being that of envy
Of the man that now has you in his life

There's a space I have in my back yard
That has the prettiest of flowering trees 
Where each scented bloom holds a fragrance of you 
Along with the fondest of memories

12/13/16 
My Fondest Memory contest

My Fondest Memory

It was July when I watched an elderly man
Lounging  on the same bench to gather his thoughts,
As fingers  picked  worn-out notes…bowing low
Seemingly atoning for his charmed one’s teardrops, done:
In the fringe of nightfall, I began my warm approach
While this stranger rolled on, hoping   dreaming
His wife were around… a tired soul  in need of love.

Every time I asked why, the old man shrugged,
“ Because, because”--- his  voice trailing off
While we counted young stars on flight  above…
His face mildly glowed from the sheen
Of moonlight: from his pocket, another letter blew,
Signed by his dear  Roselyn, with  a litany of praise
For a woman who cherished all  their moments
Through rain and silence: how the fondness
In his eyes brought me to embrace
My own tears after my Mama kissed the clouds,
Same month as this…  unknowingly,
He buzzed a tune Roselyn and Mom adored,
As if fate allowed us to drench in floats of serendipity.


My Fondest Memory: Frank Herrera     12/14/2016

My Fondest Memory

the sweetest brown eyes
and his lips so close to mine
A N T I C I P A T I O N
lingers with sublimity
as my fondest memory

Written Dec. 11, 2016

My Fondest Memory

The twinkling shine of dark eyes
Chestnut locks, effortlessly waved
Like the tides of the ocean
Practicing yoga on rainy patios
While cigarette ashes burn my skin

Morrissey sung the songs of woe
I crumbled at your feet
Your lips on every fallen tear
Echoing duets fall to deafened ears
Yet, never admit defeat

I can almost remember
The warmth of your hands
The breeze of summer air
I fell in love with nature
When you're not there

Retrospect turned longing
Your green-thumbed lover's eyes glow
It matches the moon on winter nights
I lost my desire for your flesh
My heart shatters more for show

Those days raced by, an open door
I shook in my place
My memories remained pure
An escape to space
The gap tooth smile on your face

My fondest memory
12/11/2016

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